Blank Page

August 9, 2012
By JustLiz BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
JustLiz BRONZE, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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I stare at the blank page,
Like a little boy looking for shapes in the clouds.
Thoughts travel through my mind,
As if bees are swarming a hive.
Yet, my paper is empty,
Like a public swimming pool on a stormy day.
Ideas begin to flow from my pen—
- to the paper, like rain drops racing down a window.
I write a single sentence, and look at it for hours.
Life is passing by,
But I’m just staring at a blank page.

The author's comments:
This is a poem, about struggling to write anything from a story to an english assignment,

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